She’d Sworn Never to Fly Again. Then Someone Poisoned the Co-Pilot Six Miles Over the Atlantic

Then the keypad on the cockpit door chimed.

Someone on the other side was keying an override, trying to make the lock let them in.

Reeves checked the little security screen.

“It’s Richard Voss.”

“Who is Richard Voss?”

“Our airline’s Director of Flight Operations.

He’s been up in first class the whole flight.” Reeves’ voice was careful.

“He has more authority on paper than I do.”